Originally Posted by
Redrose
We were playing gold in Florida about 15 years ago. The hole we were on has a pond on it. I was lining up my shot with my back to the pond, my husband was always hurrying me to make my shot, as he was doing this time, and as usual I was ignoring him. Finally he said in a loud voice, "hit the damn ball and get in the damn cart". I swung, made a lousy shot and got in the cart very annoyed at him. I asked why he was being such a jerk, and he said look behind you, there was a 7-8 foot alligator walking from the pond to exactly where my ball was. I was furious at him. I said, "next time the hell with the shot, just yell ALLIGATOR".